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Entropy
Once upon a time, Patricia bought a computer system which came in a special box. "I must save this box," she thought to herself. "I will need it when I move." Because, you see, Patricia was used to being a student and moving every couple of years.
But Patricia didn't move. And lo and behold the PC she had once adored became merely tolerated, then despised, and a new system took its place. And the boxes for that new system were carefully stored in the basement, in preparation for the day when she would need to move.
Years passed. Boxes accumulated. PCs were adopted, lived, and were sold/given away/sent to the crusher without ever being reunited with their original boxes.
Finally the day came when she could take it no longer. Descending into the spidery depths of the basement she took on the mountain of boxes, and carefully broke them down for recycling. Boxes for system units, monitors, printers, scanners, laptops... all the way back to the PC Jr that had started it all. Flushed with triumph she dragged the stack of them out to the curbside, where this morning the recycling truck gathered them up and took those boxes to a better place.
Of course the corollary to this story is that I will no doubt need a giant box at some point in the near future and find myself saying "If I'd only saved that box...." But for now, I'm basking in the unusual feeling of virtue.
But Patricia didn't move. And lo and behold the PC she had once adored became merely tolerated, then despised, and a new system took its place. And the boxes for that new system were carefully stored in the basement, in preparation for the day when she would need to move.
Years passed. Boxes accumulated. PCs were adopted, lived, and were sold/given away/sent to the crusher without ever being reunited with their original boxes.
Finally the day came when she could take it no longer. Descending into the spidery depths of the basement she took on the mountain of boxes, and carefully broke them down for recycling. Boxes for system units, monitors, printers, scanners, laptops... all the way back to the PC Jr that had started it all. Flushed with triumph she dragged the stack of them out to the curbside, where this morning the recycling truck gathered them up and took those boxes to a better place.
Of course the corollary to this story is that I will no doubt need a giant box at some point in the near future and find myself saying "If I'd only saved that box...." But for now, I'm basking in the unusual feeling of virtue.
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jr?
And I thought my wife was a pack rat.
Well, I'm not much better, with that TI-99/4A we have floating around the house....
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I do note that the monitor box for the PC Jr was labeled "PALS! DO NOT CRUSH!" which means it was probably used to transport stuffed animals....
I did keep the box for the new TV though :-)